Dacs


Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 20 Years   Sex: Female

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Nicknames:
Princess, Peep

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

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Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Birthday:
August 15th 1996

Coloration:
Brown Tabby

Likes:
Being Adored

Pet-Peeves:
Other cats keeping her from being adored

Favorite Toy:
lollipops from the bank

Favorite Nap Spot:
on top of the pantry

Favorite Food:
salmon

Skills:
Screaming louder than any cat on earth

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I was walking to work on the morning after the first really cold night of fall. I noticed a box on the bench outside the bar, but I didn;t really pay it much mind until this HUGE mew came out of it. There was a little sick kitten no more than six weeks old who had been left out all night. Of course I had to take her. My vet thought she wasn't going to make it, but she's still with us eleven years later and still has the same huge screaming voice.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
All people should adore me!

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 19th 2007 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
648283


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A peeved princess


Diva! Ha!

November 4th 2007 5:05 pm
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Diva, she calls herself. Well, it may come from the Italian word for Goddess, but it's still only a term for a music hall singer with too much ego, as far as I;m concerned. Now I am true royalty. They knew it from the moment they brought me to this house and I have never let them forget it a moment since. In fact, I have lost my beautiful voice to laryngitis with complaining about this so-called "Diva."

The others are no better. I have had to treat the floor as if it were made of hot lava to avoid these demons. Fortunately the servants are ammenable to my demands and are not averse to carrying me from high place to high place. Two are my especial secret places: the top of the Panty and the top of the Linen Closet. My Thrones, as it were. Otherwise I could not have a moment's peace without some newcomer sticking his nose where it doesn;t belong-and I don;t mean my food dish only! I have not yet been able to convince the servants to go to the trouble of feeding me while I sit upon my Throne, but what can one do? These old family servants always think they know what's better for you than you do, as if they actually ran the place. I couldn;t find it in my heart to dismiss them as they would have nowhere else to go without my hospitality and no way of earning a living, for certainly no other feline of substance would take on such hard-headed slaves.

Purrhaps the demons CAN be taught--I have noticed a disctinct increase in the quality of their manners since they came here except when it comes to fod, shich they seem to think all belongs to them. But royalty such as myself cannot be expected to teach commoners and I stand by that. It will have to be one of the others, or purrhaps the servants themselves. They did not do such a good job with that filthy Luna, but practice makes purrfect, they say. They say it; I have my doubts.

Royally Yours,

Dacs

 
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